Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!

The violent tremors came as quickly as they went. The strange young man glanced at Ye Wushuang, then left without a word.

Ye Wushuang’s brow was tightly furrowed. The Cultivation of that young man just now was terrifying, giving him a powerful sense of danger even more intense than the threat posed by the strongest Disciples like Yang Dingtian.

"Brother Ye, what’s wrong?" Xiang Tianxiao and the others looked at Ye Wushuang. Their Divine Sense was not as monstrously powerful as his, so they were unaware of the scene that had unfolded dozens of miles away.

Ye Wushuang didn’t plan on explaining. "It’s nothing," he said. "Let’s go."

The others didn’t press for details and continued forward, their hearts growing even more vigilant.

The deeper they ventured into the Undying Ghost Abyss, the denser the Yin and Ghostly Killing Qi became, beginning to affect everyone’s consciousness.

Halos of light flickered on their bodies. As an instinctive reaction, their True Essence Light was keeping the Yin and Ghostly Killing Qi at bay.

「A quarter of an hour later.」

The group finally arrived in a very peculiar place.

Unlike the other areas, this place was lush and verdant, a stark contrast to the withered landscape they had passed through earlier.

"This is the place!" Xiang Tianxiao took out a map and studied it carefully before speaking. "This is it. Everyone, look around. There should be an Undying Ghost Spring here. The Yin Spirit Flowers grow right next to it."

The Yin Spirit Flower grew in an extremely specific location—only beside the Undying Ghost Spring. They were quite numerous, comparable to ordinary Treasure Medicines, and contained the Power of Yin Spirit, which could be absorbed through Refinement by Cultivators to enhance their Cultivation.

"Everyone be careful."

Xiang Tianxiao added, seeing the contemplative looks on their faces.

Ye Wushuang extended his Divine Sense, only to discover it couldn’t be used here, as if blocked by some invisible wall.

’How strange!’

Ye Wushuang’s heart skipped a beat, and he became much more cautious.

Without the use of Divine Sense, they wouldn’t be able to detect any danger at all.

The area wasn’t very large. After about half a quarter-hour, a joyful voice suddenly cried out, "I found them!"

Hearing the voice, everyone rushed in its direction.

As they drew closer, they saw a young man joyfully holding a spirit flower. It had a terminal umbel inflorescence, a deep, vibrant red, with petals that curled back like a dragon’s claws.

At the young man’s feet was an entire patch of them. A closer look revealed a shocking expanse of crimson, like fire, like blood—an unnaturally intense and beautiful sight.

But the power contained within them was immense.

"Yin Spirit Flowers!"

"They’re really Yin Spirit Flowers! We’ve struck it rich! We’re rich!"

"So many Yin Spirit Flowers! This is enough for us to break through several levels."

Gazing at the field of Yin Spirit Flowers, the group could no longer contain their excitement and burst into jubilant laughter.

They were just Loose Cultivators; when had they ever seen so many Treasure Medicines? If Xiang Tianxiao hadn’t been there, they probably would have thrown aside all composure and lunged for them.

After coming to their senses, they started walking toward the young man.

Ye Wushuang, however, didn’t move. He stared in the young man’s direction, his eyes gradually narrowing. He could see the young man’s face twitching.

Stop!

Suddenly, Ye Wushuang barked out the command.

SKRRRT!

The group immediately halted and turned to look at Ye Wushuang, only to see his grave expression.

"Get back! Now!"

Ye Wushuang shouted again, leaving the others feeling baffled and a little annoyed. They had just found the Yin Spirit Flowers, so why was he telling them to retreat? What was he thinking?

"Get back!"

Just as their discontent began to surface, Xiang Tianxiao also shouted, his tone just as heavy.

Only then did the group realize something was wrong. They turned to look again. The Yin Spirit Flower had already fallen from the young man’s hand. His face was twitching violently, his skin now covered in a web of blood-red lines, and fine red hair was sprouting from it. His eyes were gradually turning scarlet, a truly terrifying sight.

THUMP!

Everyone’s hearts leaped into their throats, and they almost cried out in alarm. "Wh-what’s happening?"

"Damn it! I forgot to warn everyone to be careful of the Undying Ghost Spring! He must have touched it and been contaminated by the Ghost Spirit Evil Qi."

The Ghost Spirit Evil Qi was a substance from the Undying Ghost Spring. Once it invaded a person’s body, it would enter the Cultivator’s Divine Court and assimilate their consciousness. There was no cure.

This young man must have gone too close to the Undying Ghost Spring and gotten contaminated.

Xiang Tianxiao’s expression was grim. "Fall back!" he yelled to the others. "The Ghost Spirit Evil Qi has already invaded his body. He’s about to lose his mind!"

At his words, the group retreated a few steps to Ye Wushuang’s side, casting him a grateful look. If not for Ye Wushuang’s warning, they likely would have foolishly rushed forward.

Ye Wushuang offered no explanation. Before the others could even process what was happening, he took a single stride, appearing directly beside the afflicted young man. His hand shot out, grabbed the man’s shoulder, and pulled him back toward the group.

"Brother Ye!"

Seeing this, everyone’s hearts were in their throats again. They were trying to get away from the man, yet Ye Wushuang was bringing him closer.

"He can still be saved. Leave him to me. You guys hurry up and take care of the other one," Ye Wushuang said abruptly, already channeling his Dragon Spirit True Essence into the young man’s body with one hand.

Wisps of Ghost Spirit Evil Qi were forced out of his body, while at the same time, the Tai Chi Power took the opportunity to enter the young man’s Divine Court.

His situation was similar to that of Feng Jue with his Saber Demon Body. The Ghost Spirit Evil Qi had not yet devoured his consciousness, so it could be expelled using the profound Tai Chi Power.

However, the other person was not so lucky.

The group was momentarily confused by Ye Wushuang’s words. They subconsciously turned their heads and saw a blood-soaked figure rising from amidst the bewitching Yin Spirit Flowers.

It was no wonder no one had noticed him. The man was covered in a membrane of blood that made him look just like the Yin Spirit Flowers, and lying on the ground, he had been impossible to spot.

’But how did Ye Wushuang see him?’

The group couldn’t help but marvel.

Yu Tong said, "He’s beyond saving. End his suffering."

Yu Tong’s words were euphemistic, but everyone understood his meaning. Without any soft-hearted hesitation, they charged forward.

Meanwhile, with the help of Ye Wushuang’s Tai Chi Power, the scarlet in the first young man’s eyes began to recede. His complexion improved, and the red hair vanished.

The blood-soaked man was also dealt with quickly.

Then, the group returned, their eyes fixed on Ye Wushuang and the young man he was treating.

A moment later, the young man finally regained consciousness.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their gazes toward Ye Wushuang now filled with reverence.

This reverence came from the bottom of their hearts.

Normally, if anyone else had encountered this situation, their first thought would have been to kill the young man to eliminate any future trouble. In fact, just moments ago, they themselves had thought the same thing as bystanders.

But Ye Wushuang’s simple words, "He can still be saved," had rescued a man who was as good as dead, sparing him a wrongful demise!

Looking at Ye Wushuang beside him, how could the young man not understand that he had been saved by him? He immediately bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, Brother Ye, for saving my life. From now on, my life, Sun Jiang’s life, is yours."

"It’s fine. It was no trouble at all."

Ye Wushuang stood up, smiled faintly, and said, "Tell me what happened just now."